A slight breeze, leisurely in the forest, clear the fog, and see the whole thing.

Chu Tianxing, who had fallen into the demon, continued to ravage the sloppy Daoist for a quarter of an hour, and he was asking the sloppy Daoist a question from beginning to end, whether he was willing to surrender.

The sloppy Taoist was already exhausted, and blood covered his front, but his gaze was still firm, without the slightest compromise.

Chu Tianxing's fist was heavier than a punch, and the sloppy Taoist just refused to give in.

In fact, sloppy Taoists can pretend to agree, there is a saying that a good husband can bend and stretch, so why not agree?

It is impossible to say this kind of words in the hearts of people with faith, and the sloppy Taoist is now neither Confucianism nor Taoism, nor Buddha nor saint, but it is impossible to deny the Tao in his heart.

"Ahem...... Let me ask you a question, have you ever felt the sun?"

Chu Tianxing's completely black eyes were a little distracted, as if he was sloppy, and then there was a sound of leaves swinging in his ears, as if something was inside.

An invisible sword qi slashed over, only to drop a few branches, and when I looked back, the sloppy Taoist was gone.

Chu Tianxing looked around, and a figure flashed in the distance, it was the person who crossed the river and fled to the forest with the sloppy Taoist on his back.

Chu Tianxing sucked in his condensation and chased after him, and the hidden weapon in his hand was thrown out from time to time to hinder his progress, the light skill of the people crossing the river was very high, and the flashing and moving of the hidden weapon with his back to the call did not affect the speed of moving forward at all, and the internal strength of martial arts was even more unfathomable, just because it was inconvenient to save the sloppy Taoist people.

"Fisherman, if you come one step late, I'm afraid you're going to go to the bridge to cross me. The sloppy Taoist lay on the back of the river crosser, and said weakly.

"You're really, just beat him down and take him back to heal first, and you made yourself half dead. The river crosser said while dodging the hidden weapon behind him.

"He's young, I don't want to ruin his future, not to mention that he fell into the devil completely at my instigation. "The sloppy Daoist didn't mind his injury, and he still didn't want to hurt Chu Tianxing.

"You can enter the demon at such a young age, I really haven't seen it, today is in the Shifang Temple, if you are outside, you will definitely kill the Quartet. The people who crossed the river were a little embarrassed.

The sloppy Taoist did not answer the words of the river crosser, but did not seem to agree with him.

It didn't take long for the three of them to come out of this miasma forest one after the other, and the people crossing the river shouted: "Senior brother, come and help." ”

In fact, there was no need for him to shout, a monk wearing a white robe had already run in front of him, and at this time, Chu Tianxing was about to catch up with the river crosser.

The man who crossed the river jumped up on his feet, and Chu Tianxing was about to follow, but the white-clothed monk stopped him.

"Buddha Mito, the donor is so murderous. The white-clothed monk recited the Buddha's name, the anger on his face was not concealed at all, and the people who crossed the river not far behind him began to heal the sloppy Dao.

"Can you stop me?" Chu Tian, who had fallen into the demon, was furious and punched the white-clothed monk, who was also a chanter.

"It's too rigid and easy to break!" said the chanter's palm lightly slapped on Chu Tianxing's fist, which seemed to be soft and weak, but in fact, it was overwhelming.

Chu Tianxing punched it, feeling like he was hitting the gold and iron, but his blood was surging by his own strength.

Chu Tianxing's dark eyes stared carefully at the chanter in front of him.

"Do not do any evil, but do all good. Self-purification is the ...... of Buddhism, and the reciter begins to recite the scriptures.

Chu Tianxing, who was enchanted, felt a splitting headache, and then slapped him again.

The chanter still waved casually and beat Chu Tianxing aside.

"Why did the donor do evil?" asked the chanter.

Chu Tianxing pounced again: "Looking for death!"

This time, the reciter's face sank, and his sleeves swung and hit Chu Tianxing's chest, which was an extinct iron sleeve skill on the rivers and lakes.

Chu Tianxing was knocked to the ground again, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and his black pupils faded a little

"Is the donor better?" said the chanter with a smile on his face, as if it wasn't him who had just struck.

Chu Tianxing stood up again, his face slightly dazed.

The chanter clasped his palms together: "Why is the donor like this?"

"If I want to kill, I want to kill!" Chu Tianxing, who had fallen into the demon, had no scruples at all, and suddenly struck a hand knife diagonally at the shoulder of the chanter.

The chanter closed his eyes and chanted the scriptures silently, Chu Tianxing thought that this sneak attack was successful, and he was looking at the sloppy Dao and the river crosser with some proud eyes.

The sloppy Taoist closed his eyes tightly to regulate pranayama and heal his wounds, and the poisonous blood on his body was seeping out, while the river crossing man took the time to glance at Chu Tianxing, with a sympathetic look on his face.

When Chu Tianxing was puzzled, he felt a pain in his hand, and when he saw that the chanter was standing there without moving, his arm was numb, and he was bleeding along the cracks of his fingers.

"Donor, do you feel better?"

Chu Tianxing shouted, his fists and feet roared like a storm, and the chanter did not dodge at all, but would block it with his hands when he hit the vital place, but these were useless, and his hands and feet were numb and unable to move after being shocked in a moment.

The chanter is still tirelessly persuading: "It turns out that the donor is just a murderer, but not a great evil, since I have a fate with the donor, I will help a gang." After speaking, he pointed to Chu Tianxing's Heavenly Spirit Acupoint.

This move was surprisingly slow, and there was no power at all, Chu Tianxing used light skills to go around behind the chanter.

But no matter how fast he was, the chanter's finger was always pointing at his Heavenly Spirit Acupoint.

Chu Tianxing's expression was shocked, the short fight just now made him understand that the head-to-head fight was not an opponent at all, so he didn't have a hard time with the reciter's finger.

The chanter's move is not very clever, but it is a very ordinary move, and the footwork on the feet is just some simple light exercises.

It was this ordinary move, forcing Chu Tianxing, who had already fallen into the demon, to advance and retreat, from the beginning of looking for an offensive route to now dodging left and right and thinking about how to dodge this move.

The chanter just kept chasing after him, and he didn't want to really kill him, the real purpose was to make Chu Tianxing think and get rid of his obsession.

Sure enough, after a while, Chu Tianxing's eyes began to become clear, and finally when the chanter pointed to the top of his head, Chu Tianxing had already sobered up.

Chu Tianxing looked around blankly: "Seniors, what's wrong?"

The man who crossed the river just snorted coldly and didn't say anything, and the sloppy Taoist was concentrating on healing, and it was inconvenient to speak.

The chanter clasped his palms together: "Donor, you can be regarded as awake, just now you almost fell into the demon path, thanks to my two junior brothers." ”

The river crosser snorted coldly: "I shot to save this stinky Taoist priest, boy, you are very heavy." ”

Chu Tianxing looked at the wound on the sloppy Taoist person, and his face was slightly embarrassed: "I don't know what's wrong, I suddenly don't remember." ”

The sloppy Taoist opened his eyes: "It's okay if you don't remember, you can stay in this Shifang Temple for a while and dissolve the anger on your body." ”